"Wonderful," Jack got the dishes he could, left some for Julien and headed into the kitchen, whistling innocently as he went. Once the plates were down and Jules was clear, however, he smirked and crawled into the man's lap, kissing him gently.
"How are you, Julesy?" He whispered quietly against the man's lips, grinning. He thought the evening was going really well, actually, and was glad Julien seemed to like Greg and that Ray seemed to like him and-well, it was all sorting out wonderfully. It would have been a sin, after all, if Ray loathed Jack or Jules hated Greg and so on.